Its summer and its really hot. Two colleagues and I met up in my studio for a coffee, and two slaves came along with them. Why not put these losers to use with our very casual outfits too? Well put one in a cage under the strap-ons he loves so much, and the other lying at the foot of the spiders web, ready to be our doormat. In our comfy sandals and trainers, we trample all over his body. His balls, his chest and his head end up squashed under our shoes. Its his empty head that pays the price most of all. We dont give him a moments respite; we know how to be sadistic and decisive even without wearing stilettos. As soon as we realise the doormat is starting to gasp for breath from the effort, we step off his body, ready to turn our attention to the other loser.
